Chronic

"Por faaaa"

Babe,
Baby,
I need you to know
some thoughts are just for me. 

I'll ask for your patience,
your forgiveness
your understanding, 
but I'll demand safety.
I'll skip ahead of you sometimes, 
but I'll always turn back. 

"¿Adonde vas?"

Voy a
the cool tile floor of the bathroom
sometimes I just.can't.breathe.
the crook of your arm
so I can map the curves of you,
memorize the buttons that drive you crazy
around, abroad, anywhere...
the hint of a cage terrifies me. 

"How was cenar"

Lonely, filling, over done
it tried to be home, but
it was nothing I recognized
it tried to be home, but
it was a glass house and 
I spent my time peering in 
knowing without a doubt I wanted you.

"I appreciate you"

When you break my heart
when I shatter at the end 
of this free fall we've embarked on
will you still speak then?
join forces with the silence?
These syllables, I roll them 
in my palms, over my tongue, 
in laps around and around and

I just need you to know
some thoughts 
~ fuck these thoughts ~
are for me.